Chapter 130

Mason's POV

While she disappears upstairs with the tray, I move into the lounge, grab a glass, and pour myself some bourbon. The first sip burns. The second one doesn’t. I let it sit in my hand as I scroll through the missed calls on the work mobile and finally call the main office line.

It picks up after the first ring.

“Staff operations,” a woman says, her voice clipped and tense.

“It’s Mason,” I mutter, leaning back against the arm of the couch. “How bad is it?”

There’s a pause, then a deep sigh. “Worse than you think.”

“Define ‘worse.’”

“Reception is playing hide and seek under the desks. One of the sales reps has been narrating her life out loud in third-person for the past hour. Three interns are in the break room